In case you missed it, Ali Shapiro weighed in at the Rumpus with a brilliant cartoon on selling your poet-skills to hiring managers. And “being into day jobs is really trendy right now,” at least for the set that used to scorn them (James Bond?). According to Amy Gutman, quitting dramatically so you can go home and write = out, figuring out how to balance your job with your creative pursuits = in.
In other news, CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: if you’re a writer with an MFA who has recently completed a job search, or is in the middle of one, I’m interested in your story. Send me a summary of what you’d like to write about or a completed piece (about 700 words max) and a little bit about who you are.
Bartender cut you off again? Wake up to find the bill collector at the edge of the bed? IRS in your kitchen, eating the last of your Fage?
Drunken Boat is seeking “poems that engage with debt: the friction between desire and limits, the intersection of ownership and obligation.” We know something about THAT.
I’m a big fan of Rattle, a journal that keeps poetry populist by inviting readers to vote on who should receive their annual poetry prize. One of my favorite things about this magazine, though, is their frequent “tributes” to poems of a certain kind, or to poets who have something else going on in their lives, including their day jobs: they’ve had tributes to nurses, lawyers, grade school teachers, soldiers, and editors. Coming up in Fall 2013, they’re running an issue partly devoted to the work of/ about single parents–a day job, of course, all its own.
Alas, the call for the single parents tribute has passed, but if you’re someone who, like good old Lawrence Joseph, wants to remind people that the writer they’re reading has another life that sometimes slips into the work, keep Rattle in mind for your next round of submissions.